Monday, September 16, 2013

Berkley has set up a Goodreads Giveaway for The
Naughty Corner. This giveaway is for 20 copies and runs through Sept
30, the day before The Naughty Corner releases. So here’s your chance to get your
copy free! Just follow this link straight to the giveaway: http://bit.ly/198blAJ!And to whet your appetite for the free book, here’s another excerpt!

Somebody’s
been a bad girl...

Writer Lola Cook is on a deadline. Meeting it gets twice as
difficult when she finds herself in the unwelcome role of babysitter for her
nephews. Six weeks with the twin teenage terrors is too much for Lola—until she
has a brilliant idea: send the boys to football camp. That’ll at least get them
out of her hair for five hours every day. Perfect.

Divorced father Gray Barnett has coached summer football camp long
enough to know he’ll get saddled with misfits, but William and Harry exceed all
expectations. They’re impossible, they’re disruptive, and when he meets their
hot aunt Lola, they’re worth the trouble. That is, if Lola accepts Gray’s
conditions. Every time the twins misbehave, it’s Lola who must take their punishment.
With every naughty infraction, Lola gets more and more accepting—of the
penalties. She has no idea just how bad a girl she can be—or how much fun it
will be to get what she deserves.

The Naughty Corner

Copyright 2013 Jasmine Haynes

“Are you done
yet?” his voice boomed.

Lola smiled,
shoved her bra in her bag, and just before opening the door, slipped off her
panties, too. Let’s see what he did with that.

He stood at the
end of the hall in the entryway, his face a stern mask. Obviously he’d decided
to play the hard-ass this time. At the last moment, he stepped aside and
pointed into the living room. “Give me your purse and go to your naughty
corner.”

A thrill swept
through her. People wanted illusion. They wanted something bigger and better,
something new and exciting, something that made them feel special.

Gray made her
feel all those things. And he made her wet.

She handed him
her bag without the least compunction. He laid it next to his keys on a table
to one side of the door. If her phone rang, she should be able to hear it even
from inside her purse.

The chair faced
the corner like before, but this time he’d set a long, standing mirror in front
of it. This was new. She glanced back at him.

“I like to
watch,” he said. “You’re going to give me a show.”

She was
completely breathless, but she opened her mouth to speak.

He put his
fingers to her lips. “Not a word. Just do what I say.”

Then she saw the
table beside the chair and her heart started to race.

*****

Her eyes
widened. His pulse kicked up in response. He’d set out a smorgasbord of toys: a
ball gag, blindfold, scarves for tying, a vibrator, a butt plug. Some of them
would terrify her. Some would excite her. He’d already decided which implement
he would use. And exactly what he was going to do with it.

Instead of
making her sit, he took the chair. “Get on my lap, your back to my chest.”

She glanced at
the mirror warily.

“Now,” he
reiterated, adding force to his voice.

She straddled
him, sitting straight and stiff. Her ponytail swished across his face. “Take
your hair down,” he ordered. “You are always to wear your hair down around me.”
Though the nape of her neck called to him, he resisted as her silky hair
tumbled down over her shoulders. He had a plan for her. And it wasn’t his capitulation. True, after their last punishment session,
he’d told himself he’d have his cock in her mouth the next time, but he’d
changed his mind. He wanted to hold out a bit longer, to savor the build of his
sexual tension.

She’d asked why
he liked to punish and spank, why he was kinky. He didn’t know why. Or perhaps
it was more truthful to say he’d had a couple of experiences that might have
led him here, but he couldn’t be totally sure. He rather thought he had a
predilection for it. Like a prodigy simply knows how to play a piano or a
novelist begins making up his stories almost from the moment he learns the alphabet.

All he knew was
that when he had her in his power, when she did whatever he told her to, his
cock began to throb and some inner need took over.

It was taking
over now. “Spread your legs and lift your skirt for the mirror.”

She hesitated.
“There isn’t some hidden camera behind there or anything, right?”

“If I’m going to
film you, I will tell you. Nothing is secret between us.” He laid his hands
along her thighs in an attempt to soothe her.

While it might
appear that he held the power, all she had to do was say no. All she had to do
was walk away. He could never force her. He could only demand, but in the end,
she was the one who had to agree. She had to want this.

His tension
released when she leaned back against him, parting her legs, resting her thighs
along his. He held her at the waist. Then slowly, so very slowly, she began to
tug on the skirt.

Over her
shoulder, he stared full into the mirror. She’d braced the toes of her sandals
on the floor, his jeans-clad knees between hers. He widened his legs slightly,
forcing hers farther apart. She was all dark and light in the mirror, creamy
white skin, black hair, black skirt, white sweater. The effect was mesmerizing
as she raised her skirt for him. A little more, then more.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Happy Labor Day! I hope you’re all enjoying the holiday.
It’s sunny and gorgeous here. But I’m sort of looking forward to the winter. I
love change, even the change of seasons. It’s not like we get snow here in the
San Francisco Bay Area, but it’s get cold and we get a lot of rain. And when it
rains, I’ll get to test that my new roof holds against leaks!

Okay, enough about that. Today I’m going to give you an
excerpt of my October 1 release, The Naughty Corner. I love this
cover that Berkley did for the book. This is fun story about a woman who doesn’t
like kids. And now she’s got to babysit her twin nephews for the summer. Lola
Cook’s nephews are not all sweetness and light; they’re incorrigible. She calls
them Heckle and Jeckle, those two naughty magpies from the old cartoons (yes, I’m
dating myself!). But Lola has a plan: To get rid of the boys for most of the
day, she sends them off to football camp. Little does she know that she’s the
one will end up playing for the coach. Here’s a blurb and excerpt for you!

Somebody’s
been a bad girl...

Writer Lola Cook is on a deadline. Meeting it gets twice as
difficult when she finds herself in the unwelcome role of babysitter for her
nephews. Six weeks with the twin teenage terrors is too much for Lola—until she
has a brilliant idea: send the boys to football camp. That’ll at least get them
out of her hair for five hours every day. Perfect.

Divorced father Gray Barnett has coached summer football camp long
enough to know he’ll get saddled with misfits, but William and Harry exceed all
expectations. They’re impossible, they’re disruptive, and when he meets their
hot aunt Lola, they’re worth the trouble. That is, if Lola accepts Gray’s
conditions. Every time the twins misbehave, it’s Lola who must take their
punishment. With every naughty infraction, Lola gets more and more accepting—of
the penalties. She has no idea just how bad a girl she can be—or how much fun
it will be to get what she deserves.

The Naughty Corner

Copyright Jasmine Haynes

Chapter One

“Now that is one
hot male animal.” From her perch in the bleachers, Lola Cook pointed with a
small flick of her finger at the football field below as the coach strutted in
front of his line of players, counting out their jumping jacks.

Coach Gray Barnett
was a hell of a fine specimen.

“He’s old.”
Charlotte Moore, Lola’s best friend since they’d attended this very same high
school, made a face. “He must be close to forty-five.”

Lola laughed.
“That’s only seven years older than we are.” Which made him an excellent match
for Lola. She preferred seasoned men who wanted good sex without entanglements.
Just the way she liked it. At least she did when she found time to date, which
certainly hadn’t been much in the last few months.

Charlotte, on the
other hand, with her curly red hair, emerald green eyes, and petite buxom form,
took her pick of buffed, outdoorsy younger men, her
favorite kind. “I mean, he’s good-looking and all . . .” She
trailed off, leaving the but unsaid.

Lola studied him.
At this distance, his dark hair almost seemed to gleam in the morning sun. He
was tall and broad-shouldered, had the calf muscles of a runner, and his butt
in those shorts was definitely squeezable. “So he’s some big CEO?” Not a
full-time coach.

“Yeah. A global
manufacturing company headquartered in Mountain View.” Close to Google and a
bunch of the other Silicon Valley giants. “This is his way of giving back to
the community. It’s his fourth year coaching the football camp.”

In addition to
being a psychologist with a list of private patients, Charlotte was also a guidance
counselor at the high school, and she’d given Lola a heads-up to enroll her two
nephews. Without the camp, Lola hadn’t a clue what she would have done with the
boys for the summer.

The boys were now prone on the ground, obviously incapable of the
push-ups Coach Barnett wanted out of them. He stood over them, coaxing. It was
Tuesday, first day of camp, and at a little before nine, the July sun was
already warm on her head; the high school football field would be roasting by
midday. Andrea would kill her if the twins got heatstroke, but barrels of iced
sports drinks lined the benches, and a huge thermos, presumably filled with
water, sat on a table along with baskets of fruit and power bars.

“So what did Andrea
say when she heard what you did?”

Lola snorted. “She
had a hissy fit. But I told her it was either football camp, or I was shipping
Heckle and Jeckle to her over in Europe.”

“Heckle and
Jeckle.” Charlotte snorted a laugh in return.

“Oops.” Lola
covered her mouth with her hand. That was her nickname for the twins, after the
naughty magpies from the ancient cartoon. And that’s how she thought of her
nephews, naughty brats. “I mean Harry and William,” she said with a dramatic
elongation.

On her best days,
Lola wasn’t a kid person, but where the twins were
concerned . . . she shuddered.

“They’re fifteen
and a half years old,” Charlotte groused. “I don’t understand why Andrea has to
have a nanny, for God’s sake.”

“Because my sister
is a freak.” Which Charlotte knew well. Andrea was five years younger than Lola
and so overprotective, it was pathetic. Though in a way, Lola couldn’t blame
her. Andrea had suffered through four miscarriages before she conceived the
twins. She thought she’d never have her own child. But honestly, the experience
had warped her. She’d been terrified of coughs and colds, scrapes and bruises.
She hadn’t even let the boys have bikes in case they were hit by a wayward car.
What kid didn’t know how to ride a bike? Overprotective to the extreme, their
mother had turned the twins into brats. Naming them Harry and William after the
English princes said it all.

This summer Andrea
had planned to take the boys on a whirlwind tour of Europe while her rich
executive husband visited each branch of his company in every foreign country.
What fun for them all. Until the nanny fell ill. Horrors. What was Andrea to do
with the boys while she attended all the company functions and parties? After
all, as the president’s wife, her presence was a requirement. Her big idea to
solve the nanny debacle had been for Lola to go with them and squire the twins
around Europe because, after all, Lola’s job was of no importance when compared
to Andrea’s need. An all-expenses-paid trip through the best of Europe’s hotels
did have certain appeal. And they’d make a visit to the south of France where
her parents had retired to three years ago. It all sounded great. Except that
Lola would have to spend every waking hour with Heckle and Jeckle, oops, Harry
and William. She’d rather clean toilets. Even more important, she had the
Fletcher Cellular job to finish. It was the first major tech-writing project
she’d had sole control of since she started her own business. No way was she
screwing it up for her sister’s convenience. She was not
going to Europe, and she wouldn’t have taken the boys at all if Andrea hadn’t
started crying. And begging. And making Lola feel guilty. Not to mention Mom’s
call from the south of France.

So thank goodness
for Gray Barnett’s altruism and his football camp for high school boys, which
was six weeks long, Tuesday through Saturday, eight in the morning until one.
Lola had also enrolled the twins in a driving school, lessons on Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays. Problem solved. She’d barely have to see the little
magpies at all.

“She’s already in therapy.” Andrea wasn’t born rich, but after she’d married
Ivy League Ethan Penfrey-Jones and given him the little princelings, she’d
become the stereotypical rich society matron. “I used to like her once upon a
time,” Lola mused. “She was a good kid.” Money had spoiled her the same way
she’d spoiled the twins.

“She sure has your
number. The twins for the whole summer.” Charlotte rolled her eyes.

The coach now had
the boys running the track. Lola counted sixteen charges, none of whom appeared
particularly athletic. Then again, the football camp wasn’t about training next
year’s great players. She’d been diligent enough to read the mission statement
on the website; the camp was about giving kids some self-esteem. Lola admired
the coach for that.

And she certainly
admired several other things about him. By the benches, he downed some water
and snacked on a banana. Lola had a vision of the old commercial where the
half-naked construction worker drank his diet soda. Watching Gray Barnett gave
her the same heated sensation.

Charlotte might
have been remembering the commercial when she said, “Well, I can’t sit here all
day watching men get sweaty.”

Lola could, if the
sweaty man was Gray Barnett. “Yeah, I gotta go, too.” She had a meeting with
one of the engineers from Fletcher Cellular. She’d watched long enough to be
able to assure Andrea that the boys were in capable hands.

She certainly
wouldn’t mind spending six weeks in Coach Gray Barnett’s capable hands. But she
had work to do.

To read another excerpt from The Naughty Corner, drop
by 69 Shades of Smut Blog on Fri, 9/6. Hope to see
you there! And if you drop by my website,
you’ll find yet a different excerpt. Lots of fun reading!

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NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Skully is a lover of contemporary romance, bringing you poignant tales peopled with hilarious characters that will make you laugh and make you cry. Writing as Jasmine Haynes, she’s authored over 35 classy, sensual romance tales about real issues like growing older, facing divorce, starting over. Her books have passion and heart and humor and happy endings, even if they aren't always traditional. She also writes gritty, paranormal mysteries in the Max Starr series. Having penned stories since the moment she learned to write, she now lives in the Redwoods of NorthernCalifornia with her husband and their adorable nuisance of a cat who totally runs the household.